Jaxon was by my side moments later, his expression unreadable as he looked down at the tiny bundle in my arms. A trace of a smile touched his lips, softened by a hint of awe. “He’s beautiful, Jasmine,” he said quietly. “Strong, too.”
Not long after, Beta Janice, my mother arrived, her presence a welcome warmth in the sterile room. My mother’s eyes welled with tears as she bent down, touching my son’s tiny fingers with a reverence that only a grandmother could know. She squeezed my shoulder, her gaze filled with a silent promise to stand by my side, come what may.
And then, Jaxon spoke, his voice steady but his gaze intense as he looked at me. “Jasmine,” he said, a note of sincerity threading through his words, “if you leave Cale’s pack, you’ll always have a place in mine. Both you and your son are welcome in my territory, safe among people who care about you.”
I looked at him, feeling tears well up in my eyes for the first time. “Thank you, Jaxon,” I whispered. “I… I accept. I want that for myself and my son.”